Mother's Day is approaching, so what better time to reflect than now. This mother's day marks the seventh one without my mum. I never imagined a time in my life where those words would ring true, and even now saying them still feels strange, almost indescribable. Over the years since saying goodbye - I have …
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Seven Years On, Still in the Upside Down
Her. 🤍 On August 19, 2018, at 1:19am, my mama took her last breath. Seven years later, the memory of that day still feels sharp and heavy. On the morning of August 18th, I woke up to a message from my grandparents: We’re on a plane, we’ll message when we get to JFK and let …
Grief, in the Light of her Laugh
It was Mother's Day, 2018. The sky was the kind of blue you don't notice until later, when everything's different. The ocean was quiet that day, like it knew something I didn't yet. We sat on the sand, the two of us, and dad. Toes buried, sun on our shoulders. I remember her laughing - …
The Art of Rachel in the Rain 